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After being hauled into the metallic cage amongst the other creatures that Lockdown kept as his “prize”, Optimus realized that he had lost all mobility. His limbs were bound, his entire chassis was hung upside down, and no matter how much he struggled, the metal pieces that bound him would not budge. After cursing quietly under his breath, Optimus sensed something... odd. Ever since Lockdown had placed him inside this cage, the mercenary had fallen silent. No taunts, no speeches about how their “creator” wishes to see him... Just silence. Somewhat unnerved by this fact, Optimus turned his optics from the ground towards where the mercenary stood, and at that moment, strong, black digits grasped his jaw and forced him to look up at his captor. There was something behind those emerald shining eyes gazing down upon him, and it made Optimus squirm even more within his binds. Few more nanoclicks of those black digits tracing his jaw and lips, and Lockdown finally opened his mouth.
“You know, Optimus... You look rather... enticing in this position I have you in, and we have ample time until the dark matter drives come online...”
A small sense of dread filled Optimus as he heard those words. He knew what that tone was, what that burning heat he could feel from that gaze meant. Lockdown’s lips form a crooked smile and an obvious click echoes through the giant hall. Just as Optimus feared, a familiar pressurization sound can be heard and his upside down view becomes filled with one object: Lockdown’s fully erect spike.
“What are you--!?”
“I’m certain that I need not explain... Now, suck.”